Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Restricted Parameters

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When we exit the tavern, he surprisingly doesn't throw me over his shoulder -- he holds my hand.

I decide not to question it.

He hasn't hurt me or done anything yet...but I miss Sherlock.

I miss him so much.

I miss his curly hair, his accent, his cheekbones.

Hell, even his arrogance.

"I don't believe I got your name." The man finally speaks, as we walk through the village we were currently in.

"You never will."

"Is it Y/N?"

"No."

"Then why was that man who you were yelling to calling you that?"

I don't reply.

"Y/N's a beautiful name. Fit for a beautiful queen."

"Trust me, I'm no queen." I joke.

"Oh, but you will be...and this will be ours." He whispers to me.

My eyes widen, and I finally look at where we are standing.

It's huge. Unreal. An Arabian Palace.

The windows are lined with gold, pristine designs carved on the wall, an enormous fountain in the front surrounded by hundreds of violets.

Instead of acknowledging the beauty of this place, I panic.

"Where are we? Who are you?!" I yank my hand away from his and back away.

"I'm the prince of this palace. Now come, we are to be newlyweds soon." He tells me cooly.

"WHAT." My jaw drops.

"You're going to be my queen." He happily says, walking up and placing his hands on my waist.

"No...you've got the wrong girl -- I never agreed to this!" I push him away.

"Of course you didn't. Your mother did. It was arranged -- it's a tradition." He yanks me back to him roughly.

DAMMIT MUM.

"Well too bad. There's no way in hell I'm marrying you." I spit.

"Why?" He asks angrily.

"I'm getting married to someone else. In a few weeks actually." I glare at him.

"Not anymore." He whistles and buff men come marching out of the unrealistic building structure.

They pick me up and take me inside the palace against my will as I resist.

It's no use. There's like six of them.

Why would mum go this far?

Why can't she just let me be with Sherlock?!

I feel a sharp sting in my throat.

An injection.

Great.

✌ ✌ ✌Time Skip ✌ ✌ ✌

I wake up in a large, king sized bed. Satiny-red, silk duvets and pillows lined with gold-trimmed patterns fold uncomfortably on my bare skin. I have been completely stripped of all my belongings.

Even the reassuring fabrics that were my clothes.

The room is red and very similar to the bed that I am on, coming off as a very sexual atmosphere -- with sliding doors.

I am not very fond, nor am I aroused in any way, so my mother failed. Miserably.

Standing up from the bed, I search for my clothes, but they aren't in this room, so I wrap the silk duvet around my body. It's not necessarily appropriate, but partial nudity beats nude itself.

The door slides open, and in walks the green eyed man. He's still in the same outfit as before, with that scarf that covers his entire face and head, but not his eyes:

"Ah, Y/N...you look elegant."

"Well, I certainly don't feel that way." I reply, doing my best to grip the ends of the duvet to hide my restricted parameters.

"How do you feel, then...if not elegant?" He asks, sauntering closer to me slowly.

"Exposed. I'd like my belongings back. Especially my clothing." I state boldly.

"I'm afraid that's not possible at the moment." He strokes small strands of my hair.

An irked expression takes over my face, as I hold in the urge to punch him right then and there:

"Why?"

"You're mother...she was very specific." He replies, as his fingers travel down to my wrist -- he grips it lightly.

"So what are you gonna do now? Rape me?" I roll my eyes.

"You are very funny." He chuckles, removing his hand from my wrist.

I squint at him. His green eyes are filled with the lust he is trying to hide, I can tell -- but he isn't lying, which confuses me a great amount.

I decide to play it smart. Use my situation as an advantage.

"Then, what? Why am I naked and in a room like this?" I ask, pretending like I forgot about the duvet, as I let it slip from my hand so it reveals my body.

"I-I am not obliged to say..." He stutters out, his eyes widening a tiny bit as he stares me up and down.

Gotcha.

"Come on...you can tell me." I go dangerously close to him, and stroke his cheek.

"No..."

I run my hand down to his fit torso and lightly tap his chest:

"Please?"

"You are bait." He admits.

"Bait?" I whisper quietly in a tone of inquiry.

"I need to go. Now." He says quickly, attempting to leave.

But before he can,

I pull his scarf off, revealing his true identity.

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Sorry this took so long again + the bad cliffhanger!!!!

I KNOW I'M HORRIBLE THESE DAYS.

Anyway, I love you guys so much and I hope you aren't too mad with me♥

✌Peace Babes,

-Sera